Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 55.027. Rebirth from the Ashes

"The sickle-winged demon..."

Megumi Amamiya stared at the roaring monster, somewhat incredulous.

Behind it billowed black smoke, and everything above and below was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire. Its body was covered with lingering ashes, with specks of ash scattered from its wings. Its limbs were thick and strong, and its gaping maw gleamed faintly, ready to spew out flames at any moment.

Zuo Qianzi walked towards it, his smile seemingly maniacal: "Kill him! Kill him!"

She raised her hand and pointed at the mithril warrior who was making a fist-like gesture.

"I'd recognize your scent even if you were ashes!"

The woman's screams were shrill, and her wide pupils were bloodshot.

The scythe-winged demon behind him suddenly took off, its body upright, flapping its wings and stirring up a gust of wind that rushed into the room, causing the chandelier to sway, casting flickering shadows, and fluttering papers.

The battleground was like a hurricane field, pushing aside everything else.

The office clerk, long since lifeless, was overturned along with his desk and chair, buried in a pile of debris. His fluttering tie slapped against the chair legs, and his body, crushed by the heavy load, rolled, deformed, and twisted like pickled vegetables.

The shattered glass splattered all over the ground, with only a few pieces held together by the remaining glue, and broken shards of glass falling intermittently.

Flames erupted from its roaring mouth.

A pillar of fire swept upwards, melting and engulfing everything. The floor cracked, bookshelves burned in half, paintings and calligraphy curled up and turned black, and the paper transformed into flying firebirds, instantly scorching the crowd.

The mithril warrior dodged the pillar of fire, pressed closer, and swung his fist sideways, repeatedly striking the scythe-winged demon's long, serpentine neck.

The goat's horns suddenly slammed in, the monster's throat felt faintly hot, and its deep snorting made the space buzz.

Amamiya Megumi and Eiko were led to a corner. They looked around but couldn't see the unconscious Jin Ziyue. The hurricane had just blown over the entire office, with tables, chairs, bookshelves, computer equipment, and other items rolling down the floor in a mess.

The potted plants cracked, spilling black soil all over the ground; the velvet chair cushions caught fire; and the wooden table crackled as it burned.

Like a disaster scene, there were exposed limbs everywhere, clerks in suits with distorted faces, and black-haired, white-faced bodies scattered about, distracting the little girl's attention.

"Big brother!"

The girl was extremely anxious.

"Boom!"

The chandelier on the ceiling crashed down, and the glass shattered with a series of clanging sounds. The Scythe-Winged Demon shook off the broken glass above its head, opened its mouth and bit off the main support of the chandelier, making a crunching sound with the glass still in its mouth.

Taking advantage of the chandelier distracting the Scythe-Winged Demon's vision, the Mithril Warrior threw a series of punches at its abdomen, aiming for vital points with three or four blows, but to no avail.

Turning around, the Scythe-Winged Demon flapped its wings and rose, raising its tail-spear as if to strike, the sharp barbs gleaming coldly in the dim room.

Megumi Amamiya vaguely saw the mysterious warrior use a metal bridge to dodge a stab that pierced her heart. The raging flames obscured her vision, and the black smoke made her eyes water.

The little girl then noticed that the fire had spread to her vicinity. The fire alarm was blaring, and the sprinkler system overhead sprayed water mist onto the floor, slowing the spread of the fire.

Megumi Amamiya glanced around; the fire was widespread, the winding flames overlapping and reaching the top of the ceiling, leaving a charred patch. She couldn't help but swallow hard, suppressing her fear, and cradled the unconscious Eiko in her arms, shrinking into a corner with nowhere to retreat.

In the darkness, the fire in the commercial building was a striking sight.

Amidst the towering steel and concrete buildings, billowing black smoke, like branches, props up a hazy gray sky, which even the surrounding flashing neon lights cannot illuminate.

The scorched steel bars melted into molten iron, and the shattered windows made the building look riddled with holes, like a withered giant that could collapse at any moment into the colorful neon lights.

The city's giant screens broadcast a live view of the building in the distance, while a female reporter chattered incessantly, urging citizens to evacuate and not to panic.

Police cars surrounded the building, sirens blaring, and a cordon was set up.

Firefighters were dispatched, but were blocked at one end by the city's paralyzed traffic system. The horrific car accident triggered a large-scale emergency response, and the number of casualties is still being tallied.

Some lines of the city's power supply system were damaged by unidentified organisms, causing widespread power outages that affected residents' lives.

The entire city was gripped by panic.

The mayor was rushing to an emergency meeting, the entire Metropolitan Police Department was mobilized, the hospital was ready to go, and traffic police were conducting emergency evacuation operations on the roadside.

Ling leaned against the dilapidated black Toyota, one leg stretched straight to support her body, the other leg touching the ground with her boot, revealing her beautiful curves.

She crossed her arms and listened quietly to what was happening outside, as serene as a friendly older sister next door.

Beside him were Yan Wuxun and Douzi, who dared not move.

The man was on high alert, clenching his teeth tightly. Large beads of sweat streamed down his forehead, his eyes were filled with fear, and his facial muscles were stiff from excessive contortion.

Yan Wuxun had never seen such a terrifying woman.

The werewolf's corpse lay split in two not far away, the pit of the thunder lizard was filled with blood and gore within a five-meter diameter, and the tree man, with countless walls against him, disappeared into some pile three streets away, with no sound except for the panicked shouts of the crowd.

Yan Wuxun wanted to be tough and stern with her, but when he bared his teeth, he found that his teeth were chattering. His growl turned into a sob, and his fierce, canine-toothed face turned into a wronged, crying little wife.

How could there be such a terrifying humanoid monster in the world!

Yan Wuxun was no fool. Although his skills were not proficient and he could not decipher the other party's destiny, the vibrant and energetic destiny... was like an inextinguishable flame, as bright as day, and ever-renewing.

Those in the know understand that this is the culmination of over a century of accumulated sayings and phrases…

This city...this area, actually has such terrifying people...

This was the strongest person he had ever met in his life, without exception.

Even that guy couldn't possibly be her match.

If you encounter her, you're doomed, with absolutely no chance of survival!

"What?" As someone who values ​​looks, Ling had no interest in this ugly and unattractive man.

Yan Wuxun couldn't understand Japanese at all. As soon as he heard Ling speak, he bristled like the boots next to him: "Don't hurt Douzi! If you have a problem, come at me!"

"Meow!" Boots mimicked the sound, scratching the ground with all four paws and meowing in agreement.

"Huh? A Chinese person?" Ling narrowed her eyes.

Yan Wuxun's heart skipped a beat, and tears welled up uncontrollably. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him:

What are you saying?

“An ting bu dong.” (pinyin)

Ling made no attempt to hide her disgust: "Why do you talk like that, it's so irritating."

Seeing this expression, Yan Wuxun felt a chill run down his spine.

He gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, his trembling legs trembling, only to realize that he had knelt down without even noticing.

“Brother Xun…” Douzi kindly helped him up.

"Don't worry about me, I'll hold her off for a bit, you hurry up and leave."

He put his arm around Douzi's arm, his expression solemn.

"If I die, please don't avenge me. I have committed too many sins, and it is normal for me to die far from home."

"But if our older sister wanted to kill us, we would have died long ago."

Douzi blinked seriously.

Yan Wuxun's mind was a little slow to process what was happening, and he tilted his neck and remained stiff for a long time.

It seems... that makes sense?

(End of this chapter)